The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

It seems things won't be very peaceful going to come.

The girl thought so.

As the banquet progressed, most of the nobles drank some wine and became somewhat drunk, creating a tense atmosphere as everyone gradually became agitated.

Seeing this, the guards couldn't help but sigh, realizing it was time for them to step in.

Although they were mostly illegitimate children of minor nobles, they were still essentially just "consumables." When they helped their "masters" win battles, the nobles would praise them lavishly, but once they lost a battle, they would be met with curses and insults.

After all, a nobleman's illegitimate child is generally not considered a nobleman, unless the nobleman has no biological children, in which case the illegitimate child may be legitimized.

Lenia hadn't drunk much and was whispering to her follower when a figure suddenly blocked her way.

The young lady turned around and saw Christina, emboldened by alcohol, looking down at Lenia. Upon seeing this, Lenia immediately stood up and coldly asked:

"What is it, Christina?"

“It’s nothing,” the blonde heiress said, brushing a strand of curly hair behind her ear. Her voice was loud and attracted a lot of attention. “I just want my personal guard to challenge your little sister’s personal guard.”

"It's time to settle our score, otherwise you won't have such a good opportunity when you go to the capital. Lenya Sylvis, do you dare to accept the challenge, or are you prepared to slink back in disgrace?"

Noticing the somewhat jealous look in the man's eyes, Lenia knew that if she didn't agree, things wouldn't end well. She narrowed her eyes and looked at the guards behind her.

The man, carrying a hard-headed hammer and wearing heavy armor, stood silently, his gaze fixed on Maginot.

"Then let's do it this way. I accept your challenge."

The young lady did not hesitate any longer. Now that the other side had issued a challenge, not accepting it would be tantamount to admitting defeat, and admitting defeat would mean losing face for the Sylvis family.

The surrounding nobles immediately began to whisper among themselves, and the news quickly reached Benedict's ears. He walked over to the vicinity, glanced at the two young ladies, and then looked at the two bodyguards whose sizes were vastly different.

As the host of this banquet, Benedict was still a little confused because of Lenya's matter, but he still cheered up and walked to the vicinity with a smile: "I have heard that since the two of you want to have a duel, I will send someone to clear the place right away."

Chapter 133 A Clash of Spirits

The items that were originally placed on the platform were quickly moved away by the servants, and the huge platform immediately became a very suitable battle stage. Maginus pressed his neck and walked up to the platform. On the other side, a man in heavy armor also quickly walked up.

The man barked in a very deep voice, "Kid, it's not too late to surrender now."

“People like us have no right to surrender, sir.”

The girl spoke calmly. The difference in size made everyone pessimistic about her. Lenia, seeing the somewhat dangerous scene, sobered up considerably.

Mine should be fine, right?

She was somewhat worried, but before Lenia could back out, Christina, who was clearly brimming with confidence and believed she would definitely win, took a few steps closer and bumped her chest into Lenia's chest.

"Lenia, I will fight you to the death."

Launching a deadly battle against Lenia was essentially giving his personal guards the opportunity to kill Maginus in public without bearing any responsibility, and vice versa.

The blonde woman guessed that Lenia would care about the little girl's bodyguard, so she wanted Lenia to face two choices: either Maginus be killed or she should surrender.

But to her surprise, Lenia hesitated only slightly when she heard her say that, turned her gaze to Maginus on the high platform, and agreed when the girl nodded.

"...Aren't you afraid your cute little bodyguard will die on the stage?"

Christina found it somewhat unbelievable, but Lenia suppressed her worries and gave a sweet smile: "I trust my bodyguards."

……

On the high platform, upon hearing the heavily armored warrior, who seemed capable of killing, let out a chilling "heh heh heh" laugh, his fists clashing with his palms, producing a loud crash. He then apologized to the red-haired girl who was about to become his enemy.

"I'm so sorry, child, I have no choice but to kill you."

With so many nobles, why not be a little more artistic when killing them, leaving a good impression or something? At least we shouldn't scare them too much.

Maginus wasn't listening to what the other person was saying at all; he was thinking about whether he should avoid being too bloody and try to be as dashing and cool as when he rescued Lenya.

Hey! Are you ignoring me?!

The roar brought the girl back to her senses. She looked at the heavily armored warrior opposite her, who was angry because she hadn't been listening attentively. She bowed slightly, placed her hand on the hilt of her protector's sword, assumed a fighting stance, and took a deep breath to tense her muscles.

Excitement flashed in her eyes, and Maginus's tone was somewhat impatient: "When do we start?"

Benedict narrowed his eyes. He wasn't worried about Maginus dying because he had seen how fast she ran. He swirled the wine glass in his hand and said, "Wait until my glass smashes on the ground."

The young man tilted his head back and drank the red wine in one gulp. Then he casually tossed the glass away, and it landed right between the two of them.

With the crisp sound of shattering glass, the battle officially began.

The warrior's heavy armor clanged loudly as he raised his hard-headed hammer and charged toward Maginus. He was quite fast, and in a few large strides, he was beside the girl.

As the hammer fell, Maginus moved, dodging the first attack and swiftly drawing his Guardian Angel to slash at the warrior's neck!

A streak of light flashed by, and the warrior suddenly felt the hairs on his neck stand on end. Although he didn't know where the danger came from, he reacted immediately, unleashing a flurry of skillful movements, forcibly mobilizing his body muscles to swing the hard-headed hammer with all his might, and sidestepping the longsword.

The two weapons collided, but Maginot's seemingly petite body was not knocked away. What happened suddenly was that she released one hand, which reduced the downward force of the longsword.

The hammer forcefully pushed the longsword aside, and just as the warrior thought he had won a turn-based victory, Maginus's right hand, which had been released, suddenly emitted a strong light!

The creation of the Nen Blade was deliberately made to be grand and imposing. As the blue light faded, a beautiful, translucent energy dagger appeared in the girl's hand.

The short sword pierced through the gaps in the heavy armor, leaving a shallow wound on the warrior's body.

After being hit, Maginus showed no intention of fighting him to the death. She took a few steps back to dodge the hard-headed hammer, holding a longsword in one hand that looked like a giant sword compared to her size, and a short sword in the other.

The sword tips pressed against the ground, as if unable to bear the weight. Her petite frame and the two seemingly heavy weapons gave Maginus an unusual, elegant beauty.

Of course, she did all of this on purpose; otherwise, it wouldn't be elegant beauty, but rather violent beauty.

A smile involuntarily crept onto her lips as the battle raged on her lips. The tip of her short sword sliced ​​across the ground, pointing at the warrior. Maginus barely managed to suppress her rage and charged forward as the warrior roared in fury.

With a light touch of her toes to show her lightness, Maginus used her waist to swing her arms out like a guardian, sparks flying as her longsword clashed with the hard-headed mace. As she fell backward, she threw her short sword.

The short sword struck the heavy armor and bounced off, but it left a dent in it. The blade of thought dissipated and quickly reappeared in his hand. The fallen Maginos staggered and regained his footing, his smile gradually turning into a hint of mockery.

"Jack, what are you doing? Kill her!!"

Compared to Maginus's affected elegance, the heavy armored warrior looked rather disheveled, which made Christina very anxious, and her sharp voice almost cracked.

"...I want you dead!"

Feeling mocked, the warrior was equally enraged. Intense killing intent and fighting spirit surged towards Maginus, and his speed even increased due to his emotions. He slammed his hard-headed hammer down towards the girl.

Maginus threw her psychic blade, which hit the same spot. She raised her hands high to block the attack, but at that moment, her iron boots kicked her directly in the abdomen, sending her flying.

After rolling a few times on the high platform, the girl stuck the sword blade into the ground to stabilize herself. She rubbed her stomach slightly and casually brushed aside the long, scarlet hair that had fallen in front of her.

"laugh"

She exhaled a breath of stale air and raised her head. The nobles who had been admiring her were suddenly startled by the contrast in Maginos's expression.

The elegant smile that had been held up for only three rounds vanished, creeping wildly onto her cheeks.

His muscles tensed, and the deliberate lightness he had created vanished, replaced by an extremely ferocious fighting style.

With a powerful swing of her right hand, Maginus threw the psychic blade at the warrior. She grabbed the hilt with both hands and charged forward, following behind the psychic blade. The warrior quickly assessed the situation and concluded that the short sword was not as threatening as the long sword.

So he decisively relied on his heavy armor to step forward and raised his hard-headed hammer to smash down on the girl.

To his surprise, he misjudged the situation. The blade, aimed straight at his chest, struck the spot where he had been hit several times before, and the pale blue light shone brightly.

Chapter 134 A Secret Meeting

A psychological blow!

The radiant spiritual energy of the blade suddenly overflowed, directly piercing through his heavy armor, which had already been hit in the same spot multiple times, and stabbing fiercely into it.

"Humph"

The warrior groaned. Fortunately, the short sword had not pierced his vital parts. His life force suddenly surged for a moment, and the wound was forcibly sealed by the muscles to ensure that he would not bleed too much.

At the same time, Maginus ran up to the warrior, leaped up, and swung his longsword at the warrior's head, the strong wind brushing his face first.

Facing the guardian descending from above, the warrior's muscles, hidden beneath his heavy armor, bulged as he swung the longsword to the side, attempting to shatter it. However, the hammer failed to break the sword, only causing it to deflect slightly.

"So lazy and arrogant!"

A painful scream rang out as the blade slashed into the warrior's right shoulder, stopping only halfway due to the protection of his heavy armor. However, the entire hand was essentially ruined.

With a kick to his chest, and using the force of the impact to pull out the longsword, Maginus leaped back while another psychic blade appeared in her left hand, which she threw again at the heavy armor that had been pierced through her abdomen.

The man, enduring the pain, was about to rush towards the girl to attack when he blocked the powerful short sword with one hand, his strength clearly diminished.

His arm trembled as he deflected the mind blade, and his sprinting speed slowed down significantly. In contrast, Maginus took a deep breath after landing, regrouped, bent down, and launched another attack, as if he would never get tired.

Doesn't she get tired of attacking continuously?

Everyone thought so. Maginus leaped up and slashed down again. The warrior, whose hand had been crippled, could only barely resist with his remaining hand, but he couldn't hold on with just one hand.

The hammer was pressed down and struck the soldier on the head. Fortunately, he was wearing a helmet, which prevented him from killing himself.

"It's not too late to surrender now. Which is more important, money or your life!"

Maginus spoke, her smile making one wonder if she would let them go. Hearing the girl's words, the warrior who had been hesitant to retreat felt a surge of anger and shouted:

"Are you insulting me?! I will never surrender!"

The warrior, wielding a hammer with one hand, swung his hand behind him, gripped it tightly, and smashed it down on Maginos. She sneered as she swung her longsword to meet the hammer head-on.

With the balance of power shifting, the outcome was as expected: the warrior whose hand was cracked could only watch helplessly as his hard-headed hammer slipped from his grasp and fell to the side.

Grasping the longsword that was almost deflected, Maginus changed her slash to a chop, slashing fiercely at the warrior's neck. The helmet and cotton neck guard were cut off one after another, and the blade went all the way into the center of the neck before it completely lost its power.

The warrior, whose neck had been severed, fell backward. The girl drew her longsword and swung it in the air to shake off the blood. She had already drained a lot of his life force when they first made contact, and now all that was left was an empty shell.

"call."

Standing on the ground, relaxing her muscles, Maginus, her face stained with blood, swept her murderous gaze over the nobles present. She then bowed, jumped off the platform, and shrank back into a corner. The smile on her face did not disappear as she left.

Lenia looked at the corpse and sighed slightly. Then, glancing at Christina who was gritting her teeth, she said with the air of a victor, "That's settled then, Christina. Consider our feud settled."

She then returned to her original position, and the nobles around her began to discuss the somewhat frightening battle enthusiastically. Although it was frightening, it was indeed quite exciting.

Especially Maginus, whose small body could unleash such power, and that translucent short sword—could it be magic? Or the effect of some magical artifact?

When Lenya returned to her original position, she was quickly surrounded. Several young ladies, blushing, were looking at the girl with subtle glances, seemingly quite fond of Maginus's type.

It's scary, but she's beautiful!

"Lady Lenya, what is the name of your personal guard? Um, may I invite her to my residence as a guest?"

Lenia tapped the girl's forehead lightly, speechless: "That's my personal guard G. She doesn't have time to go to your place. Besides, she's going to the capital with me soon."

"A one-night stand isn't bad, and she's a girl, so there's no need to worry about any excessive gossip."

"By the way, what's the name of that beautiful short sword she crafted? It's much prettier than her longsword."

The fighting was treated as a minor incident during the banquet, and several nobles engaged in a battle that did not require them to sacrifice their lives. In the end, it ended peacefully without causing any major trouble.

As time went by, the party gradually came to an end. One by one, the nobles said goodbye to Benedict and left. Seeing that it was time for the party to end, Lenia got up and walked to the young man to say goodbye.

"see you later."

Benedict smiled and said goodbye to Lenia. After a slight hesitation, he gently raised his hand to signal his servant, who immediately and quietly withdrew.

As Lenya boarded her carriage at the other entrance, preparing to leave, the maid left behind in the carriage relayed what she had overheard from the waiter.

"Oh, does Benedict want to see me privately?"

Lenya also wanted to see her friend, but given his current situation, wouldn't the news of their secret meeting spread immediately?

The somewhat hesitant young lady turned her gaze to Maginos, who had regained her composure and indifference, and nodded:

"Go see him if you want. It's not like you're spending the night here. Your father knows about his relationship with us, so he probably won't say anything."

Upon hearing Maginus's idea, Lenia directed the carriage to leave the manor first, making a large detour to a narrow side door. After Benedict's waiter confirmed that no one was paying attention, the side door was opened to allow the carriage to enter.

Lenia and Maginus entered the mansion through a side path and sat in the reception room to wait for Benedict.

About an hour later, all the guests had left. There was a knock on the door of the reception room. Benedict pushed the door open and waved for everyone to leave, leaving only himself, Lenia, and Maginus in the reception room.

The young man greeted Lenia with a sincere smile: "Miss Leisie, I really didn't expect you to be Earl Sylvis's daughter."

"Sir Benedict, it's been more than ten days since we last met. You should be able to tell just by my demeanor and hairstyle. How have you been lately? Have you managed to catch the culprit who's been hunting you down by the Bloodstained Society?"

With her maid gone, Lenia finally had a chance to catch her breath and curiously asked Benedict about his recent situation.

Chapter 135 Curse

After exchanging words for a while, Maginus learned from Benedict about his return to the residence.

The culprit was said to have been found and dealt with. Before he died, he kept attacking the people around him. As for whether these people were actually involved, Benedict still needs to investigate.

Anyway, it's unlikely that he'll be surrounded by spies. If that were the case, Benedict's enemies wouldn't need to wait until he's all alone before attacking him.

But the mole planted by the person who wants him dead has definitely not been completely eliminated, so everything must be done with caution.